Leila´s Picnic Weekend - Sexgeschichten

Leila´s Picnic Weekend

... you imagine such a slut?"

"And it turns the slut on!" Renwicke's voice filled the lunch room. "When she is naked in a bar, she spreads her legs to give everybody a good show, and is so turned on by it she is actually dripping."

Leila felt like she was burning up; she was blushing so red, she was sure she was casting a red light on the surroundings. "Her breasts are really small." She did not know who said that. "If she likes to show them around, maybe she will show us." Leila went suddenly white, as another anonymous voice made that terrifying suggestion. Leila shook her head violently, No! She was too frightened to speak, her mouth was dry, she was gasping for breath.

"Stuck-up bitch will show to the whole world, but not to her co-workers," snarled Phil. He reached over and undid the top button on her white cotton blouse. She was so surprised by this that he had undone a second button before she reacted. She grabbed the front of the blouse with both hands, exactly as if all the buttons had been removed.

"She wants a little encouragement," came another anonymous voice. Suddenly she felt a tug on her blouse and it was pulled out of the waist of her skirt. She let go of the front of her blouse with one hand, and tried to tuck the hem back in as she held the front together with the other. She was not having any luck at this when somebody grabbed that arm, and she felt something cold against her side. She looked down to see a pair of scissors in Mrs. Renwicke's bitter ...

... grip start to cut from the hem up the seam to the armpit, then along the short sleeve. The other side was treated identically. Leila had let go of her blouse buttons to try to stop the old harridan, but somebody had grabbed that arm too, and she was now standing with her arms held out to either side, looking like she was being crucified. Mrs. Renwicke passed the scissors to Phil, who very carefully cut each of the buttons from the front of the blouse, including the two he had already undone. An anonymous hand grabbed the hem at the back and a quick tug pulled the blouse completely off her. Leila's blush spread to her chest. As she stood there in front of the office staff, she saw Brad approach with the scissors Two quick snips and both shoulder straps had been cut.

"Stop! Wait!" cried Leila. Brad paused for a moment with the point of the scissors just below the bra, right between Leila's swelling breasts, then slid the scissors up, one blade sliding under the material between the cups of the bra. A single quick snip, and it was only a strip of white cloth lying on the floor, leaving Leila naked from the waist up. There were gasps and cheers from the audience. Topless in the office, Leila could not believe how humiliated she felt. Even less could she believe that she was getting turned on by this. Her nipples had hardened and stood out from her breasts, pointing accusingly at her tormentors.

"The little bitch is turned on, look at her nipples!"

"My God, you're right! ...